Huo Yu put the tablet aside, raised his hand around his waist, and whispered, "Go to take a bath first."

"Are you disliked me?" Xia Wan lay on his face and asked, "I watched it online, and no one else was abandoned."

Huo Yu endured, but the corner of his mouth was still raised, so he had to raise his hand and squeezed Xia Wan's neck, so he said seriously: "What are you watching the mess online?"

"I watched it ..." Xia Wan was used to share passion in the dormitory, but he was stuck in an instant to Huo Yu's slightly drooping eyes.

"I'll take a bath." He got up from the person, found pajamas, and kicked into the bathroom.

The vague sound came from the bathroom, and the sound of Huo Yu's eyes was never moved.

After a while, Xia Wan came out. He wore a bathrobe, holding a fan in one hand, and holding a towel with a towel in his hands, and the sleeves of the bathrobe slipped down, exposing a piece of arm.

The tangled arm was white, and it was steamed by the heat to make a light layer of powder.

"Master." He leaned over with a smile, "Help me blow hair?"

"Um." Huo Yu put down the tablet, kneeling up, and picked up the air cylinder and inserted into the plate.

When turned around, saw Xiawan still kept the original posture, staring at his chest.

Huo Yu looked down and calmly tightened his open -line pajamas.

"Stroke." Xia Wan snorted, and said, "Anyway, it's mine anyway!"

Huo Yu's mouth pulled down, opened the air tube directly, and let the hot wind flutter Xia Wan's face.

"Wow, you are still through the electricity. The tools of the tools violently me." Xia Wan yelled, then rushed up with a smile, and Huo Yu hugged his waist.

The sound of the fan stopped, and the two were wrapped in the bed for a while, and the clean sheet was dyed with water marks by Xia Wan's wet hair.

Until a thin layer of sweat, Xia Wan took his body and let Huo Yu south with hair drying his hair.

His hair was thin, very soft, and the pillow was very gentle.

"Sleep." Huo Yu gave up the idea of ​​work and threw the tablet on the side to lift his hand off the light.

Just as soon as he lay down, a gentle and soft body rolled into his arms. Huo Yu's nerves were immediately completely invaded by Xia Wan's breath.

"Good night, young master." Xia Wan said, looking up on Huo Yu's chin, and then An An was in his arms.

Probably a little tired recently. In addition, the two have just made trouble for a while, but in a while, his breath became evenly growing.

Huo Yu tightened him in his arms, and then buried the tip of his nose into his soft hair, and his heart became extremely stable.

When opening his eyes in the morning, Xia Wan was still asleep.

His body seemed to have slipped down, and he was still tightly in Huo Yu's arms.

A face was buried on Huo Yu's chest, and Huo Yu's neckline was dispersed. Xia Wan's nose and forehead were close to his skin.

Huo Yu pursed his lips, and he looked down at the summer night with less bright light.

His thick eyelashes are tightly covered on the lower eyelids, and in the slightly hazy morning light, a face is white and small, ruddy, slightly humid, and looks extremely soft. , Never release it anymore.

Huo Yu looked at it for a while, and then cooked a pajamas, got up to change his clothes, and sat on the single sofa at the end of the bed to deal with the official duties that were not handled last night.

It wasn't until he heard a slight movement from outside that he put down the tablet and got up and walked out.

"Get up so early?" Xia Chengzhang was a little surprised.

"Um." Huo Yu nodded, "get used to it."

Ask again: "I push you out for a walk?"

"No," Xia Chengzhang said, "It's hard to come back in the evening, I ..."

He wanted to say that he was a bit reluctant to come out, but then stopped again, and explained with a smile: "I don't complain about him to come back less."

"I know, Dad." Huo Yu pursed his lips and watched Xia Chengzhang's thin layer of stubble.

For those who are not fifty years old, their hair is already white.

If he thinks that if Xia Wan's life has not had so many twists and turns, he should invite Xia Chengzhang to live with them.

But now, he cannot and has no right to open this mouth.

The door of the bedroom opened again, and Xia Wan yawned.

"Dad." He shouted and looked at Huo Yu again, leaning against the door frame softly as the skeleton, "Master Morning."

Xia Chengzhang didn't look at: "Go to wash your face, you have done it all."

Huo Yu stood on the side of Xia Chengzhang, and laughed without feeling his head.

Lunch, Huo Yuding was in an old restaurant, with elegant decoration and enough privacy. There are also leisure areas in the most important box, and chess and cards.

Xia Wan arrived earlier, Huo Yu accompanied Xia Chengzhang to play half a game, and Wen Yunzhi arrived.

After hearing the movement from the door, Xia Chengzhang immediately stopped the chess in his hand and pulled the sleeves in a cramped.

Seeing this, Xia Wan was busy standing behind his father, and Huo Yu went out to welcome people in.

The Xue family's family of four came, and Xiawan could see that they were deliberately low -key in dressing and dressing.

"Dad," Xia Wan bent over to Xia Chengzhang, "Auntie and brother, you still remember, I saw it in the ward last time."

"Remember, remember." Xia Chengzhang said busy.

Xia Wan introduced to Xia Chengzhang again: "This is Grandpa Xue, this is an uncle."

"Hello." Xia Chengzhang seemed to want to shake hands, and remembered that he was full of calluses in his hands, and he didn't feel humble. He wanted to take it back, but Xue Chong first bent down and held him. Hand: "Hello."

Xue Chong is simple and low -key today, and even the style of clothes has specially selected the most common styles of their age.

But even so, it is difficult to hide his temperament.